Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 882: This Iceberg Has Become Somewhat Saucy

"Eh, who are you?" Alice realized after the kiss that the person in front of her wasn’t her Uncle Jones.

Truman Jones looked at the delicately carved little girl in front of him, "Who are you?"

Alice tilted her head, looking at the man who resembled Uncle Jones and had a sudden realization, "Oh, I know, you’re Uncle Jones’s older brother. Hello, uncle, I am Alice."

Truman Jones’s eyebrows slightly raised; indeed she was a clever little girl. He found her somewhat familiar-looking, but he could be sure that he had never seen her before. And what did her words just now mean, you want to be my dad? Could the ’dad’ she mentioned be that block of ice at home?

As this thought occurred to him, the look in Truman Jones’s eyes towards Alice became even more surprised. What had happened in the family during the time he had been out on a mission? Could it be that his mother, having failed to force him into marriage, had simply decided to adopt a child for his younger brother? Wouldn’t that be a bit pitiful?

While shocked inwardly, Truman Jones kept a composed face and nodded at Alice, "I am your Uncle Jones’s big brother. Hello, Alice."

Alice was very happy when she heard this, and looking up at the person standing in front of her, she recalled what Grandpa Jones had said, "Uncle, are you a soldier? TV says soldiers are all great heroes, protecting the family and the country, and are especially cool!"

While speaking, Alice took a few steps back and seriously examined Truman Jones, making him curious. Then she heard the little girl say earnestly, "Indeed very handsome, as handsome as Uncle Jones."

Truman Jones couldn’t help but laugh; where on earth had his mother found such a cunning little treasure?

Inside the Courtyard House, Francis Jones was worried that Alice hadn’t come back for a while and came out, only to hear the little one’s words and then noticed that his eldest son was also home today. He felt happy inside, yet showed nothing on the surface, and said rather haughtily, "Alice, come to grandpa, Uncle hasn’t cleaned up since he came back, don’t get your clothes dirty."

He had seen the saliva on his son’s cheek and felt a pang of sourness in his heart; Alice hadn’t yet kissed him.

When Truman Jones heard his father’s words, he looked up in surprise, not because of the disdain for himself in his father’s tone, but because of the affection for Alice. When had he ever seen his father like a child so much, and if he was not mistaken just now, was his father actually feeling jealous?

This realization made Truman Jones feel like he was in a fantasy world, and as he was about to ask who the child was, Alice had already obediently run back to Francis Jones’s side.

Then Truman Jones saw his father, who usually did not smile easily—although not as icy as his younger brother, a man who has held a high position for many years with a natural air of authority—smile as benignly as any ordinary old man that could be seen in any park when Alice ran towards him.

Truman Jones couldn’t help but take another look at Alice, just as Mrs. Jones came in to see her eldest son still standing at the entrance, "Aren’t you going to change your clothes? That military uniform is too serious; what if it scares Alice?"

After saying that, she urged Truman Jones to hurry and change.

Truman Jones could not hold back any longer, "Mom, who is that little girl?"

"Who? Of course, she’s your own niece, can’t you tell?" Mrs. Jones replied disdainfully to her son, then her tone changed, "Alice, what do you want to eat tonight? Grandma will make it for you."

The face of Mrs. Jones changed too fast, even for the well-versed Truman Jones, who was stunned. But what he found most puzzling was his mother’s words: this was his niece, and a close one at that. When did this happen? The little girl looked to be already three years old, and he knew his brother’s style. Where did this daughter suddenly spring from? Could it be a bit too sudden?

"Why are you still standing there? Go on, change. Benjamin will be bringing Catherine over soon," Mrs. Jones urged, without turning her head back.

Truman Jones didn’t think any further and turned to go change his clothes.

At six in the afternoon, Benjamin Jones came downstairs with Catherine Ford.

Because of the commotion that morning, almost all of LG’s employees already knew that Catherine Ford was indeed Benjamin Jones’s girlfriend, having been acknowledged by the man himself, so Catherine Ford no longer needed to hide or sneak around when taking the car.

At the parking lot, Seamus Noah watched the two get into their car and glared fiercely at Reed, suspecting that the guy did it on purpose, just to see him become the butt of the joke.

Thinking about how Boss Jones deducted half of his year-end bonus directly because he found out it was him who spread the rumor that Grace Clarke was his girlfriend, it made him feel so unworthy that it pained his heart, but he couldn’t complain because he was afraid Boss Jones would find out that he also mistook Rita Pansy for Boss Jones’s girlfriend.

However, Seamus Noah couldn’t understand why, out of all people, Boss Jones would choose someone who was divorced. That preference... well, he, a mere mortal, didn’t understand!

But thinking about Catherine Ford being known as Boss Jones’s girlfriend and the gossip he heard from LG’s side, Seamus Noah couldn’t imagine how such a noble and aloof person like Boss Jones would actually defend his girlfriend in public. It was said that his aura was overwhelming, making a man cry. Imagining that scene, he decided he’d better treat Miss Ford well in the future to save his remaining year-end bonus.

While Seamus Noah was lost in his wild thoughts, Reed started the car. Catherine Ford just happened to see Seamus Noah bending over and sending them off with a smile like a wax figure, and she turned her head to ask Benjamin Jones, "Does your Secretary Noah also undergo etiquette training?"

Benjamin Jones looked over just then, and Seamus Noah’s smile grew even brighter, "Probably a bit foolish from the heartache of the bonus deduction."

Catherine Ford frowned; happy about a bonus deduction? Maybe he really was a bit silly.

But the two only discussed it briefly before changing the subject. Today was Catherine Ford’s first visit to the Joneses, and she felt she should bring along a gift, "Let’s stop by the mall on our way."

"No need," Benjamin Jones guessed what Catherine Ford wanted to do and dismissed it immediately.

Catherine Ford became anxious, "How can we not? It’s my first time visiting your family."

"Feeling nervous?" Benjamin Jones chuckled lightly, reaching out to rub Catherine Ford’s head, "Don’t worry, I’ve already prepared what’s necessary."

"But..."

"No buts. They’re not that materialistic. When you have time, just make some desserts for them," Benjamin Jones cut off Catherine Ford, not allowing her to be troubled over such things.

Catherine Ford remembered that the Joneses were indeed not ordinary people, and given their status, they truly lacked nothing. In fact, they really enjoyed the desserts she made, so she decided she would make more and bring them over next time.

Seeing that Catherine Ford’s expression had relaxed, Benjamin Jones felt in a good mood too. He hated stubbornness, but luckily this silly woman, though slow at times, didn’t obsess over things.

"What are your plans after the new year?" With the matter of the gift set aside, Benjamin Jones thought about the incident at the building entrance that day, combined with the previous decisions made at LG, Catherine Ford probably couldn’t stay on there. He tentatively asked.

Catherine Ford also thought about the incident today; it was such a spectacle. Although Benjamin Jones’s appearance in the end proved her innocence, people in this world all have mouths and the freedom to speculate and spread rumors, so it certainly wouldn’t stop them from gossiping behind her back. Moreover, now that her relationship with Benjamin Jones was exposed, who knew what would happen next. Even if LG allowed her to stay, she didn’t plan to.

But as for where she would go, Catherine Ford had no plans at the moment. Her graduation from an average school and ordinary work experience made it challenging to find a good job in her field. Hearing Benjamin Jones’s words, she sighed softly, "I haven’t decided yet. I plan to start sending out resumes after the New Year."

No matter what, she was going to work.

Benjamin Jones anticipated Catherine Ford’s response, thinking about the task he’d assigned to Seamus Noah, "Would you be interested in joining Universal? Our finance department is hiring."

Catherine Ford’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the man, her heart stirred. To join Universal, especially the finance department, that would be the job she dreamt of while in school, but...

Phew!

Taking a deep breath, Catherine Ford shook her head, "No need, I can find a job myself."

With today’s incident having blown up so much, not to mention LG, people at Universal should also be aware of her relationship with Benjamin Jones. Under such circumstances, it wouldn’t be good for his reputation if she were to work at Universal, especially in a critical position like finance.

She couldn’t just consider her own interests.

"You don’t need to have any other concerns, I will make the arrangements properly." Benjamin Jones knew what Catherine Ford was worried about.

While touched internally, Catherine still shook her head, "Benjamin, I want to try on my own first."

Although Catherine said she wanted to try on her own, her tone was extremely firm and did not give Benjamin the chance to refuse.

Catherine didn’t want to become completely dependent on him even before their relationship had officially started. Although the job she would find herself might not be very good and the salary might not be high enough, she could rely on her own abilities and skills to make a living, and thus, she was not anxious.

But parachuting directly into Universal Law Firm was different.

She did not want to complicate their relationship further.

Benjamin heard Catherine’s intentions and didn’t press on, "Okay, but if you encounter any difficulties, you must tell me. Remember, you are not alone anymore."

Catherine’s heart raced with how this man, always so serious, managed to make her go weak in the knees — what was with him?

Fortunately, they finally arrived near the Jones’s residence.

Since it was an old neighborhood, the area was filled with Courtyard Houses. The lanes were quaint and filled with a sense of the old times; cars could not enter, and so Catherine followed Benjamin out of the car. Reed then went to the trunk to pick up the gifts that Benjamin had prepared in advance, and they walked towards the lane.

Catherine knew about the Courtyard Houses here; the highest auction price once reached three hundred million yuan for a single property. She hadn’t expected the Jones family to live in such a place.

Following Benjamin deeper, Catherine became more nervous. Just then, the man beside her suddenly enveloped her small hand with his large one, "Don’t be nervous."

With those three words, Catherine’s heart, which seemed ready to burst out of her chest, suddenly calmed down significantly.

Yes, even if the Jones family was immeasurably rich, what was there to worry about? She truly liked Benjamin, not for wealth or power. With genuine feelings, why should she be nervous?

Once she was clear in her heart, she became steadier. She turned her head slightly and gave a small smile to the man holding her hand, "I’m fine."

Benjamin felt the change in the person beside him and gently touched her reddened nose that had turned cold after getting off the car, "Hmm, let’s walk faster."

There were not many families in the lane, and it didn’t take long before they reached the Joneses’. Benjamin pushed the door open and entered. Inside, Mrs. Jones heard the noise and quickly came out to see Catherine and the others, warmly inviting them in, "Catherine, it’s cold outside, come in quickly."

Completely ignoring her own son.

Since coming to a realization, Mrs. Jones stopped considering other factors and only hoped that Catherine and her son would settle down soon, acknowledge Alice as part of the family ancestry, and if possible have another child. Then she truly could live the life of a doting grandmother.

With the country’s relaxed policies, Frances Gray simply wanted her sons to marry and have children early. Unfortunately, none of them were up to the task. Finally capturing a prospect now, how could she let go? Her sisters would always show off their grandchildren in their chat groups, making her seem pitiable in comparison.

Benjamin watched his mother welcome Catherine inside, completely ignoring him. He touched his nose, feeling as though his position in the family was under threat.

Just then, Benjamin saw his eldest brother, who had not come home for over half a year, slowly make his way out from a nearby room. Not showing the usual disdain but rather approaching him, "Where did you dig up a daughter and girlfriend from? I didn’t know you, the silent achiever, has done such a great thing. Big bro congratulates you!"

Truman Jones sounded exceedingly sincere. Part of the reason he didn’t come home all year round, apart from being busy, was to avoid marriage pressure. Now that his brother, the emotionless lump, not only had a girlfriend but also a pre-made daughter, there was a significant reduction in pressure for him, so it was indeed a cause for happiness.

"By my abilities, you got any?" Benjamin replied leisurely.

Truman, "..." Why did he feel he was being looked down upon?

Just a girlfriend and daughter, he... never mind, he didn’t have them!

Which was pretty depressing.

As soon as Reed carrying the gifts entered, he saw Truman standing in the yard with a constipated expression and promptly greeted the commander.

Truman then returned to his senses and waved his hand, "Stay for dinner later."

Otherwise, as a single man, he would definitely be despised even more.

Seeing Commander Jones’s expression, Reed agreed but as soon as he put down the gifts, he didn’t wait for Mrs. Jones to insist he stay and bolted from the old house. He didn’t want to be nagged about marriage by his own parents daily, and then be used as a pawn by Commander Jones to have Mrs. Jones nag him as well — that would be just too miserable.

Especially now that Benjamin not only had a girlfriend but a daughter as well, what if he skips the marriage talk and pushes for a baby? Where would he find such a big, smart, and pretty little girl like Alice? So it was best to escape as per the thirty-six stratagems!

Truman watched Reed’s agile escape and thought, was this guy’s injury almost healed? Could he be sent back to the military?

"Truman, what are you dawdling in the courtyard for? Come in for dinner." Mrs. Jones saw her eldest son not coming in and called out, then went on warmly inviting Catherine.

Alice had already pounced into Catherine’s arms and whispered, "Mommy, is Uncle Jones about to become daddy?"

Catherine’s face flushed when she heard this and quickly glanced at Benjamin beside her, only to see the man looking at her. Her cheeks pinkened, and she was somewhat unsure how to explain to her daughter that he was already her father. freewebnøvel.coɱ

It was Benjamin who picked up Alice and gave her a piece of shrimp cake directly, "Shh, Alice, be quiet, otherwise Mommy will be shy."

This comment was much louder than Alice’s whisper just now.

Catherine, "..." She suspected the man did it on purpose.

Truman had just come in when he heard his younger brother’s words and looked over in disbelief. When did this block of ice get so roguish?

He took a glance at Catherine and then he was slightly stunned, frowning lightly. The girl bore a resemblance to the Abigail from the Smith family.

He thought his brother had gotten over that girl a long time ago, but it turned out he was still hung up on her. Recalling that Abigail had suddenly passed away a year ago, he hoped his brother wasn’t treating this girl as a replacement. Sighing inwardly, the previously joyful mood of Truman faded substantially.